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AURORA LEIGH.

With blossoming causes,—not so far away,
That we, whose spirit-sense is somewhat cleared,
May not catch something of the bloom and breath,—
Too vaguely apprehended, though indeed
Still apprehended, consciously or not,
And still transferred to picture, music, verse,
For thrilling audient and beholding souls
By signs and touches which are known to souls,—
How known, they know not,—why, they cannot find,
So straight call out on genius, say, ‘A man
Produced this,’—when much rather they should say,
‘’Tis insight, and he saw this.’
Thus is Art
Self-magnified in magnifying a truth
Which, fully recognized, would change the world
And shift its morals. If a man could feel,
Not one day, in the artist’s ecstasy,
But every day, feast, fast, or working-day,
The spiritual significance burn through
The hieroglyphic of material shows,
Henceforward he would paint the globe with wings,
And reverence fish and fowl, the bull, the tree,
And even his very body as a man,—
Which now he counts so vile, that all the towns
Make offal of their daughters for its use
On summer-nights, when God is sad in heaven
To think what goes on in his recreant world
He made quite other; while that moon he made
To shine there, at the first love’s covenant,
Shines still, convictive as a marriage-ring